IthilidinOfficer Captain
Joined: 22 Jan 2008 Posts: 12
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re: Ilvanor's Pub Crawl
by Ithilidin on 2011/11/22 13:04
A bit later than I really wanted to post these, but with system problems, and me forgetting where I saved files and named them, it proved slightly problematic. Without further adieu, examples for fortuitous!
How you found something special to you.
How you had a chance encounter with someone who made an impact.
Stealing something that was of worth.
How you cheated defeat and won against a superiour foe.
How you won a rare or unique item.
There are many more examples, but this should help get some ideas started.
Stories can be as long and detailed as you wish, or short and succinct. We just want to hear a time in your life within Middle Earth that you found good luck and gained something of value, but it monetary or sentimental.
Rolling Along (randomly made up for an example)
It started off as a quiet day, delivering bad pies in the Shire because, somehow, a hobbit had made bad food. I get this message asking if I would like to go storm a tower over in Mirkwood. Well, it sure beats carrying pies around, so I readily agreed.
And storm the tower we did. Everything within fell before us like blades of grass in a hurricane! They didn't know what had hit them. When we finished, we found there was a chest just sitting in the last room, so, naturally, we could not pass the chance up to get something sparkly.
There were boots and a sword, and silver! So much silver. Medallions littering the bottom, intermingled with some marks. At the very bottom, though, was found the best of the treasures. A symbol! An actual symbol! It was a bit worn, sure, but there it was. I think I salivated a bit and drooled upon the floor.
Fortunately I was not the only one. We bickered and postured jovially with one another, though, I swear I could see a bloodlust rising in a few of my companions. Finally, someone pulled out some dice and suggested that high roll gets to keep the symbol.
Everyone agreed this was probably the fairest way and one by one everyone got their chance to roll. I remember one bloke rolled a three and everyone laughed. One person came up and rolled a 99! My heart sank. That was nearly impossible to beat.
I thought of not even bothering at that point, but figured I may as well, just in spirit of the game we were having. So, picking up the dice, I rolled and everyone's jaw dropped. It was a 100! I felt bad for winning, but I assure you, not for long. I had won the symbol!
Words To Regret By (actual encounter for illustration)
It was early in my adventuring career when I was still finding Bree to be the biggest and most confusing place I had ever been. I was exploring, peeking into things, getting yelled at not to peer into windows (they really should have had the curtains closed), when I get a whisper from the shrubs.
I thought that I was in trouble or going to be mugged, but as it it turned out, it was far worse.
A woman named Belraene asked me if I had ever thought about joining a kinship.
I replied that I had thought about it, but that I didn't really have anything to offer.
Without considering the ramifications to herself, or the kinship, she said that it was alright, that I would learn.
I thought about it for a moment, and decided why not and agreed.
After that, the rest is history. It was a fortuitous day for me, but a pox and curse upon the rest of the kinship.
Mucking About (randomly created for an example)
As many of you know, the Shire has a slug problem. Well, it was here that I was wandering about, killing the vile things when someone stopped and asked for directions. Seeing a chance to take a break from the slimy work, I offered to show them where to go.
Turns out they needed Brockenborings, which is a bit of a jaunt to the east. through the brackish water, over the hills, through the forest, I felt like going to grandma's house. But, I stayed on course and was able to lead them safely to the village.
We talked a bit about our professions and other things before we went our separate ways. In the end, I gained a good friend out of it.
_________________ Too simple to acknowledge;
Too complex to think about.
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